Wednesday, August 12, 2009

My son, the Superhero

He hated the IV-line stuck up his arm. He refused to open his mouth to do anything but complain. Till I told him he was a Superhero, his arm a Power-arm with which he could chop up Evil. Then he wanted it to be joined to the bottle of IV-fluids, wanted to see the Power dripping through the tube into his veins.

Though we knew he was going to be sedated through it, we feared how he would react to the MRI experience. But when he was told that Evil was in that room, and that the world was counting on his to be brave, and defeat it, he was willing to give it a try even without the sedation. He got kitted up and very bravely entered the chamber, clutching the hastily drawn sketch of himself as the caped Superhero. We wasn’t able to stay in the MRI machine for more than a minute or two, but how many adults come out of that experience unscathed?

My son, the Superhero!
Even cartoons have their use.


Watery Tart said...

You're such a great mom, Natasha. I love this.

Chary Johnson said...

That was a very creative way of getting your son through that ordeal. I second Tami. You are a wonderful mom.

*hugs to your son*

GutsyWriter said...

I'm a new visitor. Read about your son and the IV with interest. How old is he? Did they have to sedate him in the end? I've never experienced an MRI.

Carnimire said...

Tami/ Chary - benefits of having an overactive imagination, ney?
Maybe I should put it into a story!

Gutsy/ Sonia - thanks for stopping by. My son will be six in November. They did eventually have to sedate him, because the MRI machine is really scary - they slide your body into this almost totally enclosed cylinder, and the noise is deafening.

dipali said...

Brave mom and son! I love this almost six year old super hero:)

Carnimire said...

I adore the son too, Dipali. Not sure of the braveness of the mother, though. What has to be done, has to be done. That's it!


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